Since Eliot couldn't see the wound, he had no idea what Dean was facing. But from feeling alone, he knew it wasn't a simple brush.

"How bad is it...?" He rolled onto his stomach but still tried to look slightly over his shoulder. Yet when the motion of turning brought more of that muscle numbing pain, he gritted his teeth and buried his forehead into the bed instead.

His body's quivering would also make it difficult to sew him up since it wouldn't stay still.